I find something quite mesmerising in your stream-of-consciousness style of writing. I read your prologue and was undecided whether to read on. It didn't gel, didn't put out that "hook" to snare me in and I was not sure why. I decided that I would give the next chapter a chance to show me what it had to say and I am glad I did.

On the surface not a lot happens. There are the musings of a young girl, "freshly fourteen" not generally something to interest me, it's been a long time since I saw 14 but something caught me attention. I think it is the everyday ordinariness of your words placed just...so...in a way that is not ordinary at all.

You paint a snapshot of what that fourteen year old life is like, the clothes, the friends, the strange rituals of the young.

I liked what you wrote and am compelled enough by your words to read on.